Lost Treasure

A shovel strikes a mound of dirt
Earth sifts into the void.
A gray box lies still within
Tears rush unchecked, emptiness.

by Sandra LampeMartin Click to read full poem

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Hi Sandra; The lowering of the casket and the sound the first shovelful of earth hitting it, is a sound that is never forgotten. You have expressed this in a very moving poem which is well written and with not one word of self pity... well done!